| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: supernatural powers he is like a savage with his fetich,
trusting them beyond bounds while all goes well, and whenever
he is crossed, casting his belief aside and calling 'fate
into the list.' For his wife, he is little more than an
agent, a frame of bone and sinew for her fiery spirit to
command. The nature of his feeling towards her is rendered
with a most precise and delicate touch. He always yields to
the woman's fascination; and yet his caresses (and we know
how much meaning Salvini can give to a caress) are singularly
hard and unloving. Sometimes he lays his hand on her as he
might take hold of any one who happened to be nearest to him
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: mariners were old in these waters, but others, coming
out with Bobadilla, had little knowledge of our breadths
of Ocean-Sea. They had met naught like this rain, this
shaken air, these thunders and lightnings. There rose a cry
that the ship would split. All was because they had chained
the Admiral!
Don Alonso de Villejo, the Captain taking Christopherus
Columbus to Spain, called to him Juan Lepe. ``Witness
you, Doctor, I would have taken away the irons so soon as
we were out of harbor! I would have done it on my own
responsibility. But he would not have it!''
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: I ken the way o' it - fine do I ken the way - how the grace o' God takes
them, like Paul of Tarsus, when they think it least, and drives the pair
o' them into a land which is like a dream, and the world and the folks
in't' are nae mair than clouds to the puir lassie, and heeven nae mair
than windle-straes, if she can but pleesure him! Until Tam dee'd - that
was my story," she broke off to say, "he dee'd, and I wasna at the
buryin'. But while he was here, I could take care o' mysel'. And can
yon puir lassie?"
Kirstie, her eyes shining with unshed tears, stretched out her hand
towards him appealingly; the bright and the dull gold of her hair
flashed and smouldered in the coils behind her comely head, like the
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